Dear Murphy,
Didn’t you have enough fun with me yesterday? It’s not that you ruined my day, but you sure didn’t make it all that great, either. I won’t even list it all, you know the kind of havoc you wreaked on my yesterday.
Don’t shake your head at me like that and give me that wide-eyed innocent look. You do too know.
You just can’t help yourself, can you?
First, the order from the distributor — the 2 things I especially need for customers? You just HAD to make sure that those were on backorder. Very kind of you.
And now this quilt? COME ON ALREADY.
I know I checked the measurements. Well, OK. I checked before I squared it up, but sheesh, I didn’t take that much off in order to square the fabric up. And yes, i should have measured it again before I got it pinned all the way on, but if I had, I’m guessing you wouldn’t have felt the need to interfere with me.
So, you’ve had your fun.
Please go bother someone else,
Sincerely,
Deb says
Don’t bother me either. Hannah spent an hour and a half in her crib skipping her afternoon nap. I suppose I should be thrilled she wasn’t crying the whole time, but the next 20-30 minutes right before she turns into a pumpkin could turn out to be terrible….